Woman fed up with Trump supporting husband. What happens next will shock you.

Woman fed up with Trump supporting husband.  What happens next will shock you.

Janice McElroy of Seattle, WA has always been a loving wife to James McElroy.  She works a full time job, raises the kids, and always has a dinner for her family ready to go when her husband walks in the door, promptly at 6:30pm.  She's the picture perfect representatiom of the woman who has it all.  She also keeps busy on the weekends knitting baby clothes for sale at her Etsy store, Rutti Booties.  Their marriage has always been one to make family and friends jealous.  As much as their homelife seems perfect to outsiders, there has been one nagging difference that has put a strain on their relationship.  James watches Fox News religiously.

“It wasn't always like this”, exclaims Janice, “When we were dating in college, he would spend his mornings reading The Village Voice”.

After college, the two lovebirds got hitched, and James accepted a high ranking position at a fortune 500 company.  It was time, Janice and James decided together that 2.5 children and a medium sized dog would complete their happy home in Seattle.  Janice didn't havea clue what in store for her.  James had been making a very healthy salary, and they thought some wise investments would secure their retirement childrens’ college fund.

“It seemed harmless enough.  James put on Fox News every morning to get stock quotes.”

Not only was it harmless, but was beneficial to their stock porfolio. That's when it took a turn.  James had gotten hooked on Fox, like it was crack cocaine.  Morning stock checks turned into a wall mounted flat screen for the kitchen, so he could keep up with the video poison during dinner.  It didn't stop there.  Janice and James's sex life became hindered as he couldn’t get excited without the TV tuned to Fox

“It was just awful.”, Janice recounts, “He couldnt perform in bed unless he heard the talking heads arguing about ... I don't even know!”

Just when it couldn't get worse, the unthinkable happened.  The one time liberal thinker started tuning into what Donald Trump had been spouting out during his presidential campaign.  At first he kept watching because he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but slowly over time, he started thinking that The Donald made sense.

“One morning I woke up, and James yelled out, ‘He says what we all are thinking’, thats when I knew something was wrong.  He was a completely different man.”

As it happened, James voted for Trump, against Janice's wishes.  He'd gotten to the point of obsession.  At one point, he tried to convince Janice that they should change their daughter's name to Donatella.  This was the last straw for Janice.

“I couldn't take it anymore.   I love my husband to death, but something had to be done.”

One evening when James walked in the door, Janice didn't have dinner ready.  She had surprise for James.  She waited by the front door for him to walk in, then she unloaded a complete can of mace in James’ eyes.

“I had to do something.”, she recounts, “This poison was ruining our mariage, and turning my once loving guy into some unrecognizable zombie who scoffs and insults the liberals that he once belonged with.  I needed to find a way to pull him away from Fox, and burning out his retinas were the only way.”

James has been doing better than anyone can expect, without his eyesight,  and Janice couldn't be happier.  At the time of writing, James is still detoxing.  Once in a while he slips, and turns on the TV just to hear Fox News.  Don't worry though.  This is when Janice goes into the basement and throws the breaker.

Testing Is this thing on?

Just a short one.

Technical difficulties have been holding up the works here.  Seriously, sometimes I wish I could trade this central processing unit in, but not for one of those new models.  I need a trusty old Ford that's seen all the roads behind it, and still keeps on going.  All is not lost, though.  No matter how many wires get crossed, connections severed, this one wants to keep on going as well.

Thing is, it goes into hibernation mode.  It lasts years, but not quite predictable about how many.  The nice thing about it, is it sort of rejuvenates itself.  When it springs back to life, it comes up with new ways of solving the problems.  Experience goes a long way, and it's pretty exciting to think about what lies in the future.  I'll hang on for a while longer.  There's too much work to do.

See, I told ya.

The invisible man

Ever wish you were invisible? You'd be the proverbial fly on the wall. You'd know everything that everyone is up to. Let me tell you, it's not all that it's cracked up to be. I am the invisible man. I have precognition visions that often come true. I'd like to tell her everything I see, but when it will hurt I have to keep my mouth shut. I have to just let this scene play out. I've always said that I love everything about her, that her past accomplishments as well as mistakes made up who she is. I guess that means that these current events are just as important. Tomorrow they will become the past. They will shape and mold her, and I will inevitably love her even more.

As I was saying, being invisible has it's drawbacks. My potential is never noticed. My personality is very complex, and it can change with it's surroundings. But, that goes unnoticed as well. I have a heart of gold. It's in the right place, and is everything she wants in a man. However, it doesn't shine like the sun, as it should. Perhaps it's overlooked because I wear it on my sleeve. Maybe it's not as pure as I believe. I suppose that my efforts are sometimes selfish, but isn't everyone? The perfect balance should come from selfishness, and selflessness alike. I wish that I could exhibit the latter a little better. Perhaps then, my flesh will come to light.

What, me blogging?

As suggested by someone important in my life, here I am blogging. For years I've resisted the temptation of joining the masses in the blogging frenzy that has plagued the world. I've always considered the "blog" to be just some sort of new-fangled, fancy buzz word to replace the old-fashioned, "pen and paper" journal. Nor, did I ever have anything to say, or at least I thought I didn't until recently.

I've always wanted to be a writer. I suppose that's fitting, since I've been told by my mother many times that I was an early reader. Now, there really isn't much from my childhood that I can remember, but that's another story. What I do remember, though, is that I was never content to check out books from the library. You'd never know it by the high stacks of books I would end up leaving with. What I really mean is that I always viewed books as a treasure to be owned. I never wanted to return them in the two weeks or so that was required from "borrowing" them. I suppose that's why I have such a hard time getting these things back to the library on time today. So, in an effort to actually become a writer, and by the suggestion of one Cynthia J, here I sit writing nonsense to get the ball rolling.

I have to make clear on one thing before embarking on this journey of psychotic thoughts. I am not stealing this title, nor am I plagiarizing it. It is a tribute to my dear friend Cynthia Glass, the artist, not the doctor. It is a song from her infamous album, Witchball. I'll promote it if she wishes. For now, please enjoy my nonsense words. Have fun reading, and don't take them too seriously, after all it's "Nothing Monumental".